I have a new crush and I think it might be respectable.

Ally: I’m late on the Marc Jacobs train (or is it boat?). Every once in a while when I feign to read some of L-A’s ramblings I catch a “Marc Jacobs this” or a “Marc Jacobs that”. I appreciated her ability to reference a designer with such regard, similar say to my appeal for House of Harlow by Nicole Richie. I never really got it though, the Marc Jacobs thing. I’m there now, friends.

It started innocently enough back around the 2011 holidays. While sipping on boxed wine and eating rum balls (miss them!), I very much enjoyed the profile on Marc Jacobs, A Man for All Seasons, in the Jan edition of Vogue.

Here’s the thing, I’m still baby-stepping it towards loving his creations. It’s more the person himself. Take this quote from the Vogue article:

“Honestly, I think any woman who comes into our shop—she buys a dress because she likes it. She doesn’t really care what the references are or what a critic writes. Fashion isn’t a necessity. It pulls at your heart. It’s a whim. You don’t need it. You want it.”

Look, he’s not the first person to ever suggest that he doesn’t design for the critics, but I think he actually means it. How else can you explain his show at NYFW this week?

Fashion aside, I’m loving Marc Jacobs these days because I feel strongly that he would be the perfect person to sip lattes with on a Sunday morning (which I do all the time these days). As he apparently has a bomb-ass apartment in Paris, I could go visit when I just need to get away. We would have amazing vacations, like this:

Obviously Kate could come. We would share clothes and a Nanny for our kidlets. She would pay for the Nanny. Obviously.

And this is another reason I love Marc. His muse is Kate Moss (can you imagine being someone’s muse? Seriously, stop and just imagine that. Someone who just needs to LOOK at you to be inspired? L-A is my muse).

I think I like Marc Jacobs so much in part because he seems to be a relatively normal, unpretentious, decent person, unlike clowns such as John Galliano and Karl Lagerfeld. But Kate Moss falls into the “celebrities I irrationally hate” column.